Liar Liar Panties On Fire

Kimmy had the girls over to kick back, nothing heavy. Gal was new blood in the mix, Maya and Kimmy meeting her just a few weeks into the semester. They both buzzed on her. Then Gal left the room for a piss and the truth spilled out hard and fast: both of them were burning for her, and neither one knew the other felt the same way. Competitive suddenly, like dogs on scent. When Gal came back the air felt wrong, too thick, stares cutting at angles, both of them wanting her bad enough to fight over it. Gal saw the crackle right away. Didn’t ask questions. She just walked in the middle, put one hand on Maya’s wrist and the other on Kimmy’s thigh, and told them there was no need to pull in opposite directions. She could handle them both. They ended up tangled on the couch, mouths trading heat, clothes coming off in impatient pulls, Gal guiding Maya’s face to her tits while Kimmy’s hand slid straight between her legs. Fingers, tongues, sweat-slick skin—nobody keeping score after that. Just three bodies figuring out how to share the same fire until the whole night burned down to bone.